Blowholes

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We lasted about an hour in Carnarvon (which looked like Skegness), and decided to keep moving a few kms north to Quobba Station, a sheep ranch right on the coast at the southern tip of Ningaloo Reef.

We followed a rough bumpy track along the coast, with the sea crashing into sandstone cliffs on our left. The campsite was in the sand dunes behind a rocky beach.

We had about an hour of daylight left to explore the beach. Windswept, rugged. Big shells. Clams the size of rugby balls washed up. Big rocks. Big waves breaking over the reef. Big sky. Everything just big, like we'd been shrunk to half our size. (Which is pretty small for Paula). No people about, just us and the big sun setting over the big Indian Ocean.

The next day we stopped to watch the blowholes, caused as the sea forces itself into crevices in the rock and then shoots jets of white spray high into the air.

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